Two Big Cocks For Bunny Madison's Birthday

Bunny Madison woke up alone. Husband gone. House quiet on her birthday. She tried anyway. Pink dress. Stockings. Hair fixed just so. She looked good. Felt worse. Sage walked in, saw her on the couch, deflated. Dropped to his knees like he knew his place. Of course he remembered. Brought surprises. Big ones or little ones first, he asked, eyes bright. She wanted the big ones. Two thick cocks came through the door. No small talk. She went straight for them, mouth full, spit everywhere, choking on both until her mascara ran. Her husband watched, smiling. Then he walked in carrying a cake with her name on it, candles flickering like an afterthought. She blew them out. The men dipped their cocks straight into the frosting and fed it to her. She licked every last trace, hungry, sticky, grateful. They took turns in her pussy, long and deep, the kind of fucking that rearranges your whole afternoon. When they finished they painted her body with thick, warm ropes. Her husband got on his knees again, tongue out, cleaning every inch of her skin with slow, steady strokes. Then he leaned up and kissed her, mouth still tasting like all three of them.